Song of the Drum

Bend
shake
break
The eyes within the snake.
Shiver in the grass,
The human made of glass.

He had to listen to the bird trapped in his lungs,
His bones were filled with lead and feathers,
It's not the wings that fly
it's what they're made of,
Wasn't the tongue that cried,
but what he's scared of.

You could hurt her but she won't stop breathing,
Scream into her heart it won't stop beating,
Whisper yourself hoarse,
If it makes you feel better,
Try to make those veins feel
remorse.
Then convince yourself it's you who let her.

Bend. Shake. Break, open up.
broken door, bent hinge,
can't, escape,
let in,
all the memories she pushed into the wood.

Sign a death warrant, broken wrist,
Rule the impulse with an iron fist,
They said he owned her with a diamond ring,
But it was never the crown made the king.

Fairy tale lies,
Bent claws, wolf's eyes,
man's spine,
Demon heart,
silk skin girl,
Torn apart.

Winking knife, star shaped bullet,
Fragile life, skull cracked through it,
Pull the strings,
Lung trapped wings,
Planted seed in a frail love's need.

They never said that beauty made the beast,
They never said that beauty made the beast.